OS: Sweetest Proposal Ever! (Will change name when I come up with a better one!)
"We've found Arnav a wife!" Piya Raizada exclaimed when Khushi and her mother stepped inside their home. "Who?!" Garima asked with equal enthusiasm while Khushi slightly giggled. 'What women,' she thought as she passed them and roamed the house like it was her own until she spotted Anjali.
She greeted her with a kiss on the cheek then went into their fridge to take out a plate of samosas. "Why aren't you wailing with happiness like your mother is?" Khushi asked as she stuffed her mouth.
"I'm happy too! But the girl is going to freak - she hates him," Anjali said with a smirk growing on her lips. She turned away when she saw Arnav coming down the stairs. "Who wouldn't? It's Arnav after all," Khushi said disdainfully when her eyes fell on him. He squeezed her chubby cheeks as he walked by, gaining a nudge in the ribs from her. He took a plate from the cupboard and stole a couple samosas from the plate Khushi was eating from then popped them in the microwave.
"Does he know?" Khushi asked Anjali, bobbing her head towards Arnav. Anjali and Arnav made eye contact and both tried to suppress a smile. He let his grin take over when he turned his head away as he took out his plate and placed it next to Khushi's before leaning against the counter. He tapped her shoulder until she looked at him. "I'm the one getting married - of course I know."
Khushi stared at him for a few seconds before snorting a laugh. "Di, what did you guys tell this girl? Starting a marriage off a lie is very bad for the future." She looked at Arnav and shook her head at him in a disapproving way.
He looked over her head to Anjali again and gave her a knowing look before taking his plate and walking away to his room.
Khushi's cheeks heated as the blood rushed to them. Had she just offended him? After all, jokes were funny but once they crossed the line and hurt someone, well, she didn't like that either. She looked at Anjali who had her arms crossed over her chest. "What?" Khushi asked, ready to defend herself if Anjali said anything about her being rude.
"Khushi, he's getting married," Anjali said to get it through her head. Khushi rolled her eyes and put her empty plate in the sink. "Yeah, I know. I've been hearing the same thing for the past three days."
"Doesn't it bother you one bit?" Anjali asked in a serious tone and Khushi stopped in her tracks from getting a water bottle from the fridge. "Why would it bother me?" She proceeded then stood across from Anjali as she leaned her back against the counter. She shrugged her shoulders again when Anjali continued her penetrating stare.
"You're okay that he's going to get married and change completely?"
Khushi chuckled and took a chug of water. "Why does he need to change?"
"He will," she replied sternly. "He might not with us, but he won't be able to joke with you anymore. This is the guy that, despite your denial, is one of your best friends. His wife won't like it if you tease him the way you do."
Khushi was staring at the floor while she listened to Anjali then looked up and had a conniving smile. "I'll simply tell his dear wife that there's nothing she can do to change things. I've known him all my life and then someone's going to come and tell me I can't act myself around him?" Khushi asked rhetorically with anger engulfing her relaxed tone.
"When he becomes someone else's then that other person will have rights over him too. No one wants to see another woman flirting with their husband."
"It's not flirting!" Khushi said defensively. "It's joking! It's teasing! That's what we're used to, so why is that so bad?"
"We don't find it bad, he doesn't find it bad, you don't find it bad, but for another, it will look bad." Anjali was trying to put things in perspective for Khushi so she could realize things on her own.
Khushi's nose flared and her breathing was coming up short. She clenched her jaw before she exploded. "Was there no one else for you guys to find him?!"
Anjali shrugged her shoulders and walked past Khushi to go to the living room. She let her lips curl up in a smirk when Khushi took her sweet time in the kitchen but she knew it was anything but sweet. She knew Khushi was raging on the inside and she was just moments away from figuring out why.
Khushi turned around and placed her arms on the counter as she leaned in on her elbows. She wouldn't be able to be herself around Arnav. She would have to say a proper 'hello' and 'goodbye' every time she saw him. "That's stupid!" she hissed then straightened her back when he came in again. She faced him while he washed her plate and his. "What kind of girl are you getting married to? I hear she's mad! I hear she's completely crazy! She'll lock you up and supervise your every action!"
Arnav laughed and his eyes sparkled when he looked down at Khushi while he was drying his hands. "You're right, she is mad, and I love it!"
Khushi's mouth dropped open as she gaped at him disbelievingly. "Have you lost your wits? You like stuff like that?"
Arnav sighed and tried to explain to her as simply as possible. "No, but I like her so it's okay."
"Oh, so you're settling for less? Don't walk away from me!" She grabbed onto his arm and turned him around. He laughed as he pushed her hand away. "I'm not settling for less. I know her and I know how she is so if you can just relax, that would be great."
Khushi stared after Arnav's retreating back. 'He's already avoiding me,' she thought then finally left the kitchen to walk to the living room where the women were. Garima was avoiding eye contact while Piya beamed at Khushi. "Khushi, come. I wanted to show you two the engagement dress."
Khushi didn't respond in any way. She sat silently with a frown as things became clear to her - more real to her. He would be getting married, the proof was right in front of her eyes as his mom unwrapped the bundle that held the clothes for the bride. He would also turn into a mannequin while his crazy wife controlled his every move. She wouldn't be able to joke with him. She'd never feel comfortable roaming his house like she usually did because his hawk of a wife would be digging her evil eyes into her as well. He would never squeeze her cheeks that he liked to do so much because they were so soft and chubby.
What would she do with her life every evening when she came from work and would go to the Raizada's house because their house was only a two-minute walk from the bus station that she always got off at? His crazy, obsessive, hawk-like of a wife would probably cast a spell on Khushi.
She was pulled out of her thoughts when she saw a beautiful green lehenga choli with golden and silver embellishment work. Her heart panged to see such a beautiful lehenga being wasted on such a witch. If only she could be the one to step into it...
"How is it?" Piya asked and Garima automatically nodded her head positively but Khushi took her time because it really pained her to see it go to such waste. "Aunty, it's...perfect!" She said the last word through clenched teeth.
"Is it actually or are you just saying that?" Anjali said as she spread the skirt on the table making Khushi's eyes bulge out at all the embellished work on it. "No Di...it really is perfect," she said dreamily as she ran her hand over the beads.
Khushi was too engrossed in the dress so she didn't see how the other ladies exchanged looks. "So are you ready to wear it?" Piya asked and Khushi looked at her with confusion. "Uh..." Khushi chuckled because she didn't know what to say. What an odd joke to play on someone. "What is the bride going to wear then?"
Piya couldn't keep her smile off her face anymore. "Khushi, this is the bride's dress and am I'm asking you if you'll wear it. Honey, I know you're smart so...put two and two together."
Khushi didn't have to though. She got it on the spot. She sat back and literally stared speechless at Piya. She looked at her mom and her mom giggled before she nodded her head. The ladies all started to laugh in joy when Khushi turned red and got up and walked out of the living room.
She climbed up the stairs and she knew that was probably inappropriate if anyone saw but she didn't care. She was going where her feet were taking her - where her heart was telling her to go. She barged in through Arnav's bedroom door and he looked at her startled as he stood in front of his wardrobe holding a dress shirt in front of him to get ready for work.
Khushi didn't stop her march and she grabbed his shirt and threw it on the bed before throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. Arnav didn't take a second to smile wide and wrap his arms around her and slightly lift her off the ground.
When he put her back down Khushi unwound her arms and looked up at him with her usual smirk. "If I didn't realize this trick you guys were playing on me in the next half hour, I seriously would have been planning your wife's death."
Arnav's eyes widened and he laughed at her violent thoughts. "You're crazy!" He said with a smile. "I know. And you like it," Khushi said, biting her lip from smiling too much as she brought her hands to the back of his neck.
"I do," he said in a quiet and sexay (yes, sexay!) voice. "And I love you," Khushi whispered before showing off her dimples. Arnav poked one of her cushiony cheeks before he held her around the waist again and lifted her for another tight hug to officially mark the announcement of their engagement.
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That's that! How was it? Good? Bad? Super? Disgusting? Lol, tell me what you think! And Yeah I didn't know what to name this OS so I put the Sweetest Proposal Ever. If anyone has a better name, let me know! 😃
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